Being so matched by Song Zihao, Zhang Er's "Mao" felt agitated, nervous, and excited! This old thing is holding his daughter's little hand in one hand, and putting the other hand on his shoulder. This is clearly a happy family. He is clearly the son-in-law of others. Look, see, how happy and affectionate you are!
Song Zihao took Zhang Er's "Mao" and Song Siyi upstairs, walked into Song Zhiyuan's office, and saw that his father had walked in. Song Zhiyuan hurriedly stood up and greeted him.
"Dad, why are you here?" Song Zhiyuan greeted his father, but his eyes fell on Zhang Er's body beside his father. Of course, he also glanced at the other side of his father, still looking angry. Song Siyi.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll come and have a look." Song Zihao smiled, stretched out his hand and patted his son on the shoulder, then walked to the side of the sofa and sat down.
Seeing his father sitting down, Song Zhiyuan hurriedly held tea and handed water. Song Siyi followed him and sat down on the sofa, leaning softly on his father's shoulder, only Zhang Er on the side. "Mao" stood aside stupidly.
I understand, this time Zhang Er's "Mao" understands, the three talents in front of him are from the same family, and myself... I am facing! He is simply superfluous, and he is passionate about himself, so what is his face!
"Mr. Song, since you... you have found Song Shao, then I will go down first." Zhang Er's "Mao" face was embarrassed, but he didn't want to stay in this embarrassing place, and after speaking, he turned and walked outside.
"Hey." Seeing that you Zhang Er's "Mao" was about to leave, Song Zihao was about to stretch out his hand to greet him, but Song Siyi, who didn't want to be aside, called out first. This little Nizi seemed to be more anxious than her father.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Er's "Mao" stopped and turned around slowly. "Miss Song, do you still have something to do?"
"No, no, that..." Song Siyi was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it for a while. "You... You just offended my dad, and you haven't apologized to my dad yet." There is no way, it can only be a slap in the face, isn't it
"This..." What is this woman doing? When I went upstairs just now, I was still in the family, but now I want to make Lao Tzu apologize? Humph, I want to show off in front of Lao Tzu, right? Okay, I'll give you some face. "Mr. Song, I’m really sorry just now. I didn’t know that you were Mr. Song. I didn’t really want to call your father. I would never snatch her father from Miss Song. I... How dare I shoot her father with Miss Song, I’m I'm in a hurry, I'm just... "Huh, play with me, I'll kill you!
"You... what do you mean?" Song Siyi was extremely angry when he heard Zhang Er's "Mao" say. "Why are you apologizing? You are clearly arguing against me."
"Okay, okay." It was Song Zihao who stopped his daughter. In his eyes, Zhang Er's "Mao" boy is a bit glib, but he also understands that this guy is teasing his daughter, and of course he also understands that this guy and his daughter are really an enemy.
"Zhiyuan, you go out first, I have something I want to talk to Zhang Er's Mao." After Song Zhiyuan put down his teacup, Song Zihao said softly.
"Okay, Dad." Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to disobey his father's instructions. He turned around and took a sinister glance at the two "hairs" before walking outside.
"Siyi, you also go out first?" Song Zihao looked back at his daughter with a smile.
"I don't!" Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to disobey his father's instructions, but this Song Siyi... "I... I won't go out, I'm afraid that guy will say bad things about me in front of you." Does he have something bad to say? Nothing! I just want to hear what my father wants to say to Zhang Er's "Mao", it must be a more important thing, otherwise I won't let my brother go out.
Oh my god! It’s not about the relationship between children, or about marriage, right
"Really not going out?" Song Zihao still looked at his daughter with a smile on his face.
"Don't go out!" Song Siyi was angry and mischievous. His little hand firmly grabbed Song Zihao's arm, as if he wouldn't let go of him.
"That's all right." Song Zihao nodded lightly, then turned around to greet Zhang Er's "Mao". "Second'Mao', come over, come over and sit down and talk."
"Oh." Zhang Er's "Mao" face was tense, and he walked over in fear, and couldn't figure out what the old thing in front of him was trying to say to him.
"Er "Mao", what do you think of our family Siyi?" Zhang Er "Mao" asked Song Zihao as soon as he sat down.
"Ah?" Zhang Er's "Mao" face was nervous, and he thought to himself: What does this old thing want to do? What does this mean? It's clearly...
"Huh?" Song Siyi was also anxious when he heard his father's question. He stood up and his face was mostly red. "Dad, you... what are you asking? I... I have something to do, I'm leaving now!" Song Siyi was embarrassed, angry and playful, turned and rushed towards the door quickly.
Looking at the back of his daughter's departure, Song Zihao "showed" a triumphant smile on his face. His goal was achieved. At least he understood his daughter's thoughts on Zhang Er's "Mao".
"Mr. Song, in fact, Miss Song..." It's unreasonable and unreasonable, so I won't marry her as a wife? Besides, once he married Song Siyi, what would Yang Mengling do, what would Yang Yueru do, and what would Li Jingjing do? Is it possible to let the family stay a widow! My Zhang Er "Mao" is not so cruel! Hee hee... Also, if you really marry Song Siyi, can you still spend it? Can you still be surrounded by beautiful women like clouds? No, how could my Zhang Er "Mao" hang to a tree? No, absolutely not!
"Second'Mao', don't say it." Song Zihao didn't let Zhang Er's'Mao' say his evaluation of his daughter, but looked at the other party with a serious face. "Now let's talk about business."
"Talking about business?" Isn't that a problem just now? Marriage matters, how can it be a trifling matter!
"Let's talk about it, who is your master?" Song Zihao looked serious, he couldn't believe that the master of this guy in front of him was really called Zhou Botong. Who is Zhou Botong? That's Wang Chongyang's younger brother, and that is the old naughty boy who snatched women from Dali's prince Duan. The most important thing is that it was made up by Jin Yong. There is no such figure as Zhou Botong in the world!
"Mr. Song, my master is really called Zhou Botong. People in Zhangjiacun know that his name is Zhou Botong. I really didn't lie to you!" Zhang Er's "Mao" has a sincere face, and there is really no lie, of course. I don't think I need to deceive the old thing in front of me.
"Second "Mao", isn't it your master who didn't let you say his name? Did he tell you to keep it secret?" This kid is so jerk, he actually wants to lie to himself. Although many people know the five-element boxing, it is just a little "fur", and the boy in front of him can perform all the moves of the five-element boxing. This kid is not the apprentice of the old thing! And this "sex" character, hippie smiley, slick tone, it's just the same as that old thing.
"No, everyone in the village knows the name of my master. How can it be kept secret?" What does this old man want to ask? My God, isn't it because you want to marry his daughter to my master? I am towards! Do evil!
"Huh?" Hearing what Zhang Er's "Mao" said, and then looking at Zhang Er's "Mao" sincere face, Song Zihao was a little bit confused. Could it be that the kid in front of me really didn't lie? Isn't the kid in front of me really an apprentice of the old thing? Isn't the kid in front of me... a grandson of the old thing? This guy doesn't know the old thing at all? "Then how old is your master, where is he now?"
"It should be more than sixty, but his old man has passed away, but my mother said again..."
"Huh?" Zhang Er's "Mao" words were not finished yet, no, it should be Zhang Er's mother before Song Zihao stood up with a "whoop", his face was surprised, his face heavy and trembling. He turned his mouth and asked: "You...your master has passed away?"
"I..." I was so anxious to be so "mao" by Song Zihao, and hurriedly followed and stood up. "I also heard what people said, saying that his old man fell off the cliff when he went to the back mountain to chop wood." I am not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry! It's like a dead father.
"Hey..." Song Zihao sighed long, his face was heavy, and he sat down slowly after a long time. "Then did your master give you any precious things? For example, something like a jade pendant."
"Cut, that old thing is stingy to die, so he won't give me such a valuable thing." Zhang Er's "Mao" has a look of disdain, but it seems that he has already seen the relationship between Song Zihao and his master. The relationship is not simple, it is just a moment of inability to guess. Of course, the current Zhang Er's "Mao" doesn't want to mention his master, let alone the jade pendant. It would be troublesome if the old thing in front of him just wanted the jade pendant.
God, this old thing is so good to you, isn't it just to use his daughter to deceive Lao Tzu's jade pendant, right
Jade? Is the jade pendant important? That's what the old guy Zhou Botong said, anyway, he didn't believe the old thing's nonsense, but now it seems... It seems that things are really not simple, how does this old thing know about Yupei
"Well, you should go out first." Song Zihao looked disappointed, raised his arm and gently pointed at the door.
"Oh." Zhang Er's "Mao" stood up and walked towards the door. He didn't notice that tears were already flashing in Song Zihao's eyes as he walked out of the door.
"Old stuff, why have you left without a sound for so many years? Who else can..." Song Zihao didn't say anything, but the tears in his eyes had already rolled out.